Puzzler Of The Day.
What is the one word life has never let man create?
One that defines a thing, a creature that survives through consuming itself.
   (“Yeah!  -- why won’t life allow that?”)
 

Many say man’s truly distinguishing feature is speech; some his tool making;
others his self awareness, but no  --
what is most unusual (hell, astounding!) is that men will pay to see other men.
    (“And nobody finds anything weird about the whole concept of, being entertained.”)
Related Definition.
Admission Price: What you pay someone else for the way they were born.
    (“Okay then: what’s the admission to get inside and see yourself?”
The better question is: How do you submit same?  --
how can you be both the ticket taker and  the attendee?)
 

If you think that certain descriptions of man and life you read are biographical,
then either you are of ordinary mind or the author is.
 

As long as you are critical of a thing you remain stupid of it.
 

An apparently sports inclined father said to a son:
“The best thing about being quarterback is that you can never be off sides,”
an observation that quite startled some of the lad’s unprepared thoughts.
 

One man asks: “You ever notice how, as people get older,
they begin to look more and more like themselves?”
 

Another guy observes: “Some people who are dumb --  won’t admit it.”
 

When one man heard the latest Official Pronouncement
from some organization or the other, he thought: “What we need is
an Organization To Prevent The Formation Of Any More Organizations,”
which was immediately followed by his mental picture of having:
“The Thought Not To Have Any More Dumb Thoughts.”
 

One man had a sickness that had no symptoms  (other than being alive).
What is most needed in ordinary minds and all of man’s culture
are problems with no solution;
intangible. verbal/mental-dependent situations whose only possible alteration is
the adding-to the situation.
Indeed, man’s so called state-of-sleep could be seen as a condition of consciousness whereby is perceived a world of endlessly appearing troubles
which seem immune to conclusive resolution.
The only way that some things (actually just one thing) can persist
is via their vexation of man’s mind.
    (“Is this a neat [actually: weird] universe or what?!”
Compared to which other ones?)
 

There is one man who emphatically insists on always having-the-last-word,
but in his case with a different twist: it's the final word with himself.
Another guy applied one of his email protocols to his mind (to wit):
the deleting of all messages after they are read once.
Your dog of attention will bark at other people’s cars passing by --  and at itself,
(which is to say): at its impression that your mental car sitting in the driveway
is actually in motion, and going somewhere (and do note):
a conclusive word is not possible in the case of a delusion.
 

Hormones’ & Neurons’ Verrazano Narrowtization.
One city is so cautious that no citizen is issued a library card without proof of
rabies immunization.
(And everyone is painfully aware that the most inauspicious place a person
can be bitten is in the Reference Department.)
 

First man said:
“If anticipation was any more enjoyable  --  I’d die!”
and a second chap said:
“If anticipation was any more painful  --  I’d wish I was dead!”
and a third guy, overhearing this as he was passing by thought:
“Those poor chumps ain’t seen nothing yet.”
 

There are two subjects on which all ordinary minds can easily and agilely speak:
on how bad things are with man, and on how likely they are to get worse.
Only the nervous system rebel thinks about matters outside the normal
neural city limits of mankind’s collective mind and thus about the real possibilities
of how man could  be.
    (“Hey!  --  don’t dump on me  --  unless you’re a garbage man.”
Fact: In the city part of the mind: All ideas are garbage men.   [At least part time.])
 

Though not a member of the film community: once a year one man holds a private ceremony wherein he announces himself as the winner in the:
Best Supporting Actor In The Role Of Himself category.
“I want to thank everyone (that is: every cell in my body)
responsible for me deserving this award:
thank you all  --  each and everyone of you  --  so very, very  much.”
(He also says he is considering changing the stated basis for the recognition,
to be more in line with the tenor of his acceptance speech.)
 

At odd times one man likes to sing to himself:
    “Nobody know the troubles I’ve seen,
      nobody knows but my troubles detector...”
And at super odd times one guy tries to disconnect his detector  --
over the urgent warnings of the danger in doing so by his ordinary mind.
From still another perspective: to be (as it's called)unenlightened  is to see the dangers.
Which brings to mind a man who says the funniest thing he’s ever experienced in life
is men finding being-alive to be dangerous.   (“Compared to being what else?” he muses.)
 

“Quiet down,” said the man at the podium, “it's time for today’s Announcement:
There are things that occur in the mind of man which no one can ever understand,”
and as the crowd was reacting to the comment he muttered to someone on stage: “That’s not true, but Boy!  --  do men’s minds ever love to hear that kinda crap.”
 

(At least one benefit): Collective thinking can’t commit suicide.
    (“I must say that a few of us do not see that as beneficial.”
Say it if you must, but  --  do something about it if you can.)
 

Prisoners who have never seen daylight can be quite inexpensively kept passive.
 

The materials of the Universe provides your brain,
and Life, your mind:
question: What have you contributed?
 

Pointing to his head, one chap said:
“In these here wilds: ruttin' season is year ‘round.”
 

The certain man’s relentless attempt to do the impossible results in his case
with the idea of the impossible being writ not in a continuous strip of neon,
but in unconnected incandescent bulbs.
    (“The better to disarm and seduce you, My Dear.”)